A swarm of flies buzzed over, and before getting close, they suffered a crushing disaster, their souls scattered, falling to the ground like dumplings.
Li Wenwu, like a small wild cat being grabbed by the neck, obediently held the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chen Shouyi, who was resting with his eyes closed, and his eye twitched. This scene reminded him of the last ti President Chen went on a killing spree.
At that ti, those "Void Demons" suffered the sa fate...
He covertly withdrew his gaze, subconsciously straightening his back, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn’t seen that scene just now. Only his breathing subconsciously beca a bit gentler, and he pressed the gas pedal more softly.
...
The original frontline had beco the hinterland, and the command headquarters had long since moved.
"President Chen, sorry to trouble you again!" Commander Zhang Huaihe of the United Army stretched out his hand warmly, smiling like Maitreya, showing no trace of a stern general’s authority.
Chen Shouyi reached out and shook his hand: "Commander Zhang is too polite, it makes a bit restrained, just be more casual."
Zhang Huaihe laughed heartily, looking at the officers around him: "President Chen is truly approachable, so I won’t say much. The banquet has been ready for a while, just waiting for you. This morning, we hunted quite a few prey, including a roasted suckling rhino... cough cough, that was attempting to storm the camp and got shot."
At this mont, Li Wenwu whispered sothing in his ear, ntioning Chen Shouyi’s previous judgnt.
His heart skipped a beat. Looking at Chen Shouyi and seeing him nod slightly, he couldn’t help his expression from changing: "President Chen, I apologize, but because this is significant, I may not be able to entertain you personally."
"You must be busy!" Chen Shouyi nodded understandingly.
Zhang Huaihe attempted to invite Chen Shouyi to a military eting but was tactfully refused by Chen Shouyi, who had always disdained participating in such matters.
If he even showed a slight interest.
There would be endless etings, speeches, countless trivial matters, unending inquiries, and signatures.
But what aning does it have?
It brings no enjoynt, nor does it enhance his strength even a bit.
...
Inside the eting room, the atmosphere was tense with intense debate.
"Right now, this is just a conjecture, a possibility; there are at least hundreds of millions of people gathered there. This is a massacre, a cri against humanity; such behavior is no different from that of demons. I strongly oppose the use of nuclear bombs," a European Union officer vehently opposed.
"But what if it turns out otherwise, do you understand the consequences?" a Lucy Country officer angrily slamd the table, glaring: "This concerns the survival of human civilization; any possibility should be eliminated at the onset. We can’t take this risk."
"God Chen..."
"Why should we let President Chen take the risk? If President Chen falls, humanity truly loses hope," the Xia Country military, who had been silent, couldn’t hold back upon ntioning President Chen.
Initially, to protect President Chen, the ssage about him confronting the Lord of Lightning was kept secret by higher-ups as just a lucky repulsion, with few knowing the true details.
Because such fa offers no benefit to Chen Shouyi.
The supre commander of the United Army, Zhang Huaihe, observed the arguing eting room, frowning without a word. After quite so ti, he finally spoke in a deep voice: "What’s the point of arguing? It’s out of our hands now; notify the higher-ups and adjourn!"
...
Space was quiet and silent.
Chen Shouyi floated quietly, bathed in the sunlight that cast a layer of radiance on him, overlooking the earth like a deity.
The vacuum affected him not at all, his body perfectly adapting to the environnt here.
Allowing himself to be slowly pulled by Earth’s weak gravity, he directed his gaze to Bujumbura.
Where an intense field of faith spread across the land like a colossal lid, enveloping the earth, faintly, a thunder giant roared skyward.
...
Amir Gar and the tribe’s people had a simple lunch, and in the afternoon, a stranger, a priest apprentice, ca to the tribe to notify the priest of a eting.
After the priest left.
The tribe imdiately beca lively.
So of the tribespeople took out the hand drums they carried and started dancing and singing in celebration.
Once, Amir Jael would have joined in, but now he had no such mood, his heart filled with gloom and lancholy.
"Amir Gar, are you still sorrowful? The chieftain... your father, has only gone to enjoy himself in the Divine Country. You should be happy." A robust black girl, with arms as thick as thighs, thudded over, looking at Amir Gar with eyes as gentle as water, loudly comforting him.
Amir Jael, young, handso, and educated, having seen the world, was once a student at a famous university in Xia Country, always an object of admiration, even though now fallen from prosperity to the bottom, still attracting so... rather unsightly.
"I’m not sad, just a bit tired." Amir Jael shrank like a mouse seeing a cat when the girl approached, hastily explaining.
"Tired? You should train more in martial arts. Feel my pectoral muscles, do they feel firr?" The girl looked at him with affectionate eyes, boisterously.
"This... this, everyone is watching, and I just want to rest," Amir Jael stamred.
The girl hesitated for a mont, still having so sense of sha, finally letting him go. She kissed him hard and said boldly, "I’ll co to find you tonight."
"Thud, thud, thud..."
"Thud, thud, thud..."
The joyful rhythm of the hand drums resounded noisily, with many n and won dancing wildly.
Amir Jael sat dazedly, his gaze blank and hollow, and soon two lines of tears slid down.
He hated it passionately,
for not having trained in martial arts properly back then,
and now having to endure such humiliation and disgrace.
Also hating,
for not heeding the school’s earnest attempts to rescue him, resolutely returned to Yan State to build his hotown.
He must escape, flee this den of evil.
He couldn’t stay any longer.
Otherwise, his future would be bleak and gray.
"After dealing with that woman Olin Dan tonight, I’ll act," Amir Jael resolved to himself.
...
By evening, the tribe’s priest returned, his steps light and his expression fanatical.
Seeing this, Amir Jael suddenly felt a foreboding sense of unease.
"I just attended the priestly conference. The Sect Leader received the divine revelation: the great and rciful Lord, the embodint of lightning, our benevolent father, is preparing to descend to Earth. Our glorious days are coming, and all invaders will be annihilated..."
Everyone burst into excited cheers, many with tears of joy, started praying loudly.
The priest pressed his hands down, quickly silencing the crowd:
"However, the descent cos with great sacrifice, and now is the ti for our devotion to be tested."
ps: Was mistakenly blocked, but it’s now released.
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